In defense of Scarlett O’Hara.

Ladies and gentlemen, today I present to you the case of the most celebrated and vilified Southern belle to ever grace the silver screen.

I will cut you.

Now, depending upon where you fall in that camp–whether you revere the young woman in question, or cringe at the sound of her name–generally determines your opinion of the film that features her. I have met many a person who cannot bring him/herself to watch Gone With the Wind in full because they so detest the character of Scarlett O’Hara. And this is, to an extent, understandable. I mean, I’m a woman who cannot bring herself to watch a full episode of Seinfeld because I dislike those four characters so much. So I recognize that an alienating character can contribute to one’s perception of the work in which he/she is featured.

But don’t let that stop you from enjoying one of the most entertaining spectacles in all of moviedom.

Insert stirring orchestral theme here.

My personal history with GWTW starts at the age of ten, when I received a copy of the Margaret Mitchell book for Christmas. Yes, I was a precocious child (at least, that’s my word for it … though my mama and daddy would probably term me “the biggest know-it-all smart-ass to ever walk the planet”). I sat down and read it over the course of the next month. I fell head over heels in love with the story, the characters (especially that delicious Rhett Butler), the setting … to me, at the age of ten, it was the romantic thing in the world, to have men falling all over you, declaring their undying love, sharing a secret passion for one another as Scarlett and Ashley do. And as an unrepentant smart-ass, I adored Scarlett and her tart tongue and sarcastic asides.

Now, there were, of course, things that I did not understand at that age. But over the course of the next several years, in which I read the book probably twice a year until I was eighteen (I told you I loved it), I began to understand that Scarlett was not the ideal of womanhood that I had built up in my head. She was not even really an ideal of humanity, if you want to get right down to it. There are things about her that are so morally reprehensible that you wonder why people like to label her a heroine.

And yet, who are we to judge? But I’ll get back to this in a moment.

When I finally saw the movie at the age of fifteen, I was bowled over by the grandeur that the directors (yes, all three of them) and the crew had brought to life on the screen, and I marveled at how almost perfectly cast the film was. Vivien Leigh … she embodied the role in a way I’d never really seen on film before. I knew nothing about her, and I never would have guessed she was British. And I’m particular about my Southern accents. When one is done horribly (I’m looking at you, Con Air‘s Nicolas Cage), I cannot enjoy the film.

In general, at fifteen, I thought everything about the film was perfect. I did not then understand the undercurrents of the “happy slave” motif perpetuated by the film (though I think avoiding the movie simply because of its seeming idealization of antebellum slavery ignores the broader implications of the film), and I did not realize that Scarlett’s happy trilling in bed the morning after Rhett sweeps her up the grand staircase is little more than a disturbing acceptance of her rape at the hands of her husband.

Yeah, this ain't normal.

In these instances, and several others, the perspective brought by the passage of many years has made me realize that there are elements of the film that are far from perfect. But it is still one of my favorite films of all time, and one of the ten best ever put on the big screen. I firmly believe this, and I doubt I will ever change my mind. And to me, Scarlett is one of the most fascinating characters ever conceived.

The thing that I appreciate the most about the film version of GWTW is that the filmmakers did not shy away from putting some of Scarlett’s least venerable characteristics on screen. So many times, a film adaptation falls apart because the characters are whitewashed and made “prettier” (at least from a moral standpoint) so as not to offend the general viewing audience. But not in this case. Scarlett’s jealously, her pettiness, her utter derision for her fellow man, her coquettish determination to claim Ashley for her own … all of it is shown, and rather unapologetically so. And for that, as I stated at the beginning of this post, some celebrate her fight to survive despite its costs to others, and some condemn her for her selfish disregard.

Fiddle-dee-dee.

I lean more toward the first camp myself. I enjoy watching Scarlett toy with the affections of men she does not love; she is, after all, the “belle of the ball,” and that has its privileges. To take the attentions of men who view her as nothing more than a plaything, a beautiful trophy to take to their beds, and become the puppetmaster, dangling those same, ultimately helpless men by their strings … she is, as second-wave American feminists would claim, simply asserting her power. She is, in the end, smarter than those men, and she’s smart enough not to let them know it. And it is interesting to watch this kind of behavior through the concept of the Civil War-era, when women were bound by the rules of society into home-and-hearth roles that became virtually inescapable. Scarlett, determined to enjoy life in the manner in which she sees fit, flouts those society restrictions, which most modern audiences would find admirable, though by the rules of 1860s society, she must be punished.

Yes, Scarlett is a bitch-with-a-capital-B. But she’s just so honest about her overall bitchery. She recognizes her own flaws and agonizes over going to Hell, but in the end is not particularly bothered by the lies she tells or the manipulative behavior in which she engages on a regular basis. Her obstinance leads her to marry her first husband simply out of spite and to inadvertently cause the death of her second husband. And she never ceases her pursuit of Ashley despite the bone-deep frustration she feels toward his passivity, unwilling to admit that she’s in it for the competition more so than actual love. At least when she finally understands this about herself, Scarlett tries to correct her mistakes, rather than allowing pride to continue to thwart her better judgment. There’s growth to her character–though not much, all things considered; the film (much like the book) tries to cram Scarlett’s redemption into the last ten minutes, leaving viewers with the sense that Scarlett has not “grown up” so much as she has finally “wised up” (and yes, there is a difference between the two).

"You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how."

In the end, at least in my mind, the fact that she allows the worse parts of her nature to override her one chance at happiness with Rhett is something to be pitied rather than to be celebrated. Who hasn’t lost love or friendship for the sake of pride? Who hasn’t stood in Scarlett’s shoes, staring at someone walking away from you, wondering how things would have been if you (or they) had done things differently? Who doesn’t have regrets? When Scarlett collapses on the staircase, sobbing as Rhett strides away in the mist, I’m taken back to points in my own history when I felt the world crumbling around me, when “resilience” felt like a dirty word. But as Scarlett exclaims, there’s always tomorrow. You know, as the film ends, that Scarlett will redouble her efforts to win Rhett back, and that she will ultimately be successful (and it doesn’t take a long, drawn-out, poorly-conceived sequel–shame on Alexandra Ripley for her deplorable attempt–to know that).

This, I think, is why I identify with Scarlett. She’s only human. She’s not a caricature of Southern gentility, the stereotypical fragile blossom whose bloom fades the moment she dons her wedding gown. As Rhett laughingly tells her, “And you, miss, are no lady!” Instead, she’s a nineteenth-century steel magnolia. The character is, in essence, a flawed, natural, thriving, and searingly honest depiction of a woman who was never meant to fill the mold. She may not cherish life, judging by her somewhat cavalier attitude toward the deaths of her first two husbands, but she sure as hell relishes it.

The most thankless role in the film, and de Havilland knocks it out of the park.

She also protects what’s hers, and that includes the family she does not even particularly like. She detests Melanie (her favorite descriptive term for poor Melanie is “mealy-mouthed”), but she does her duty to her sister-in-law, ensuring her survival and providing a roof over her head and food to eat. She commits murder without flinching, shooting a Yankee deserter who attempts to steal the family’s meager remaining possessions in the final days of the war. She even accepts the possibility that she will have to prostitute herself to Rhett, offering him a place in her bed in exchange for the money to pay the taxes on Tara. For all the supposed “evil” that Scarlett does, she makes certain that her people are provided for and her beloved plantation remains in O’Hara hands. Now, such ruthlessness and self-serving determined would hardly be cause for concern were she not a woman. But because she is, Scarlett is untoward, unladylike, a lesser human being?

I don’t frigging think so.

She’s a survivor; in fact, when Margaret Mitchell was asked to basically define the theme of her novel, she said it was simply about “survival.” And Scarlett is the ultimate survivor. She thrashes against fate to stay alive, and then she sticks it to everyone who doubted her in the most delicious way possible.

So I admit it. I like Scarlett O’Hara Hamilton Kennedy Butler. I really do. I even feel a sort of kinship with her. Does that make me seem odd? [Well, if you've only now figured that out, where have you been?]

The only thing I don’t understand about the character? Why, on God’s green earth, she’d prefer this …

Um ...

… over THIS.

Hellooooooo, handsome.

Are you for real? Leslie Howard as Ashley Wilkes is the very definition of “milquetoast.” Clark Gable as Rhett Butler just radiates sex. I don’t care if rumor has it that Vivien Leigh did not want to kiss him because his dentures smelled bad. If Carole Lombard could kiss that every night and be fine with it, then make room for me.

Overall, I recommend the movie without reservations. Not only is a masterful drama, but it’s a masterwork of cinematography as well, with some of the most beautiful scenes ever captured on film. It overly romanticizes the time period, but so what? That’s what movies do. Film, by nature, is a hyper-extension of reality. If you cannot accept that, and realize that GWTW depicts things like slavery and war through a romanticized lens, then what are you doing watching fiction anyway? Go watch a documentary. With subtitles, if it makes you feel more like an auteur.

This is the epic to beat all epics. If you have never seen it, I urge you to do so. It’s a four-hour time investment, but I truly feel it to be worth it. It’s one of those movies everyone must see at least once, if only to marvel at the spectacle of it all.

Just a brief historical note: Gone With the Wind came out in 1939 amidst a bevy of amazing films–it’s no wonder 1939 is considered a “golden year” in film history, producing such monumental classics as The Wizard of Oz; Mr. Smith Goes to Washington; Dark Victory; Goodbye, Mr. Chips; Ninotchka; Stagecoach; Wuthering Heights; and Love Affair, among many, many others. But GWTW, with its ten Academy Awards and rabid fan base, trumps them all. Its leading actors (except Howard) were nominated in all of the major categories, and two of them won: Vivien Leigh, the first of two Best Actress wins for playing Southern belles (the second would come more than a decade later, in 1951 for A Streetcar Named Desire), and Hattie McDaniel, the first African-American to win an Oscar, for Best Supporting Actress.

I regret that I have never gotten the chance to see this movie on the big screen. I have to settle for my four-disc collector’s edition (well, as soon as I get it back from my mother!), which I’m hoping to upgrade at some point to the 70th Anniversary Ultimate Collector’s Edition (egads at the price tag on that one!). I’ve owned my edition for several years, and it has some great documentary features on the last two discs–of particular interest is “Melanie Remembers: Olivia de Havilland Recalls Gone With the Wind,” a great interview with the last major surviving cast member of the film. But there are less expensive versions of the DVD without all of the extras, if you only desire to see the film.

If you do not have the chance to catch it on DVD, TCM is showing the film on September 14th at 8PM EST, as always uncut and commercial free (God bless ‘em).

Now that I have spoken my piece, tell me: are you a Scarlett fan, or do you wish she would have “accidentally” strangled herself with that green curtain dress?

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16 thoughts on “In defense of Scarlett O’Hara.

  1. I’ll admit that I’m one of those that has to watch GWTW in parts because Scarlett gets on my every nerve. And while I have big issues with the stealing of her second husband (the first one is on his own), I do find things I like about her. Her resourcefulness, her survival instincts, her loyalty to family and home, her take charge attitude. All of these very good qualities and when they are showing I like her quite a bit. It’s her pettiness that most annoys me but without it she wouldn’t be Scarlett.

    As for Ashley over Rhett, I agree the woman needs her eyes checked but I imagine that her pride was getting in the way of that because she should have given Ashley up after Rhett decided to go to war after all. Both actors nail the characters but I prefer to think of Leslie Howard as the Pimpernel ;)

    I think the thing I love the most about the film though (other than my favorite line about kissing good and often) is what they were able to accomplish cinematically in 1939. The scope and the scale would be so easy today with our technology but you would lose so much of the beauty that way.

  2. Hmm…didn’t know people had such a problem with her. Sure she’s annoying, but there are far worse.

    What’s the comment about watching a documentary with subtitles? I don’t get it.

  3. One of the greatest films of all time. I, too, like Scarlett and I’ve never been sure why, but I agreed with and enjoyed everything in your post. (Who in their right mind WOULDN’T choose Clark Gable??) What it boils down to is that she was as realistic as characters can come, flaws and all. Many, many human beings have more flaws than they do strengths but they are still good people and GWTW demonstrates that.

    Great blog! I found it via the LAMB and I really enjoy your work and writing style, keep it up!

  4. Nikki G.–you know, when I wrote this post, I had you in mind. :)

    Michael–the comment about subtitles was just me being a smart-ass. I make random, silly, sarcastic comments sometimes in these posts. There are some sad, strange people in this world who aren’t satisfied at the movies unless everything they see on the screen reflects “real life” or “true, unblemished historical events,” and who see suspension of disbelief as a fruitless exercise. I’ve met a few of these types over the years in grad school, which shouldn’t surprise me, all things considered. So to them I say, go watch an arty foreign pseudo-tragic documentary with subtitles, if it makes you feel more “artistic” and “important.” Me, I prefer to forget reality for the couple of hours I’m watching a movie, regardless of how historically inaccurate it is. :)

    Lauren–thanks very much! I’m glad you stopped by.

    • Ah, you mean like people who buy into Brechtian nonsense and can’t see the Hollywood in films like Bicycle Thieves. I know exactly the people like that who will never really understand film. One of them embarrassed herself when she guest lectured in an Italian history survey course I was taking when she came to talk about Italian cinema. She came into the room and insulted anyone in the audience if they thought Life Is Beautiful was Italian cinema and then presented La Dolce Vita as the holy grail. She also gave us a paper she wrote that was one of those long winded 50 footnote papers written by people who think they can speak with the authority of the director. Sorry for the vent, but I know these types all too well.

      Oh, by the way. You have my vote for CMBA. Keep the random, silly, and sarcastic comments coming.

  5. A truly remarkable and refreshing write-up. Congratulations. (No Rhett Butler I, but, Petruchio-like, am drawn to the Katherina ‘Kate’ Minolas among females; so even if success were not assured effortlessly or otherwise, Scarlett would qualify for the challenge.)

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  7. Just found your website, and I only wish there were more hours in the day so that I could read and read… I felt as if you were writing about me, I too believe that GWTW is one of the top films of all time as well as my favorite along with the character of Scarlett O’hara! As a child (around 9 or 10) I use to hide in my closet (really tiny not a walk-in) reading all day long and would read this novel at least once or twice a year…I was very lucky to have seen this movie in the big screen when I was about 14, No I am not old enough to have seen this when it first came out but for some reason they decided to release it in movie theaters back in the early 70’s and my dad knew how much I loved this novel and took me to see it, we did not have much in common except our love for GWTW … Thanks for the great post!
    ♥ Noemi

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    • Thank you very much, Noemi! I’m sad to say that I have yet to see GWTW on the big screen. It’s one of my fondest wishes to be able to catch it in an actual theatre someday!

  8. I love EVERYTHING about this post! Esp. the Ashley/Rhett analysis. When I first read the book back in the day, I always pictured Ashley as Robert Redford. On the page he’s golden and physical — riding horses, chopping wood (badly but beautifully), inspiring men in battle. Not at all the pallid cluck of the movie. Surely in 1939 there must have been a golden boy to contrast with tall dark handsome Clark Gable!

    And Scarlett: unapologetic about taking care of herself and her own. I loved that about her. And Melanie, just as tough in her own way.

  9. This is a superlative article that I just shared on Facebook. I started reading GWTW when I was a young girl and probably adopted more of Scarlett than was a good thing…I’ve had my day at the barbeque, which was quite fun. However, over all, her pluck has gotten me through some rough places. Your idea about her as, ultimately, the puppetmaster of her life is excellent.

  10. This is pretty much my feelings for Scarlett. I love her, admire her courage… I have a picture of her on my nightstand to inspire me each morning! I too was introduced to GWTW at a young age, and have been obsessed ever since. I wrote my college application essay about Scarlett. I wrote my senior term paper about the book. I cringe thinking she would want Ashley over Rhett… but thank you for this. So glad someone shares my feelings.

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